Post by Basil on Jun 16, 2010 20:17:24 GMT -8
Name: Laurentius Aigle Traianus
Nickname(s): None, but innumerable pseudonyms.
Age: 35
Date of Birth: March 15
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Practice: Scholar
Abilities: Jack of all trades-While not an expert, he is at least proficient in the tools, weapons, and strategy of the Fae, Daemons, and Shifters.
Loyalty: Himself
Status/Occupation: Vagabond outlaw
Appearance: When completely off guard he is clean shaven and quite meticulous about his appearance. He has extremely pale skin which he works hard to keep pale as well as bleached hair that he also works hard to keep tidy and light. His eyes are a rather light grey.
Personality: He is extremely laid back, preferring to do battle by words and misdirection. He has no problem manipulating others as long as it serves what he sees as the greater purpose. He doesn't like injustice though his own views on justice are more than a little hazy.
History: Laurentius was the firstborn of a rather down and out carpenter. However, being the first born he was sent off to join the Royal Army. This is where his story truly begins. He was marked apart as a scholar like most with those traits but even at a young age he excelled in mental challenges. Time and time again he proved himself against boys two and even three times his age. By the time he was seven he was being given training by some of the biggest experts in tactics and military strategy along with young men of twenty. By the time he was twelve he had been given a freedom very few had achieved, he was allowed to study on a long leash. He spent years studying the different races, learning their customs, their beliefs, their desires so that he might better understand how they might react in war, not only as an army but as individuals. Not only the Daemons and the Fae, but also the Shifters. He was one of the few who believed that even if they weren't a threat as of now, a badly timed uprising could have unfortunate consequences.
It was not only the non-humans he studied. He studied how his fellow people lived, how they worked, and, more importantly, why they worked. He looked into the crafting, requisitioned samples of work he could emulate. Laurentius believed that the best way to understand a group was to become one of them. So he taught himself, or found someone to train him. In the case of the Fae and Daemons he made do with spoils of war that he meticulously studied and tried to emulate. By the age of twenty two he had become one of the army's greatest assets. It was also at this time that he began having doubts. Not that it was instantaneous, but having spent so much time trying to become like other races to understand them, he began to feel for them as well. There were things he regretted, like the idea of mixing iron dust into chalk for the soldiers to rub on their gloves or hands so that every strike of a sword left a small cloud of iron that might harm an unprotected fairy. He began to get temperamental whenever his mind was not focused on a project. Then he began studying what those who oversaw his work called foolish. He began studying theater and plays. Tragedies, comedies, he saw those that he could and read any he could find. He took to acting like he took to everything else. Nobody really understood why. Then, on the balmy March morning of his twenty sixth birthday, there was an extra slave girl leaving the barracks to do wash. Lauentius had made his escape.
For the next several years he spent his time avoiding any military parties. His deep knowledge of their movements made avoiding their tracking parties quite easy. He spent much of his time traveling between villages, posing as whatever the village looked like it needed at the time. Soon the heat died down and he was able to spend more time in each area, getting to know people as more than just their statistical worth. Of course just because fewer people were looking for him did not mean he was free. He was still one of the most important assets the army had and they would not give him up without a fight. Several specialized groups were sent to hunt him down. So he fled again, this time to the lands of the Fae.
He spent another year or two there, always in disguise as one Fae or another. It didn't always work but it was successful more times than not. Though he knew that sticking around in one area was bad, even if it was amid the enemy lines, so he moved to the Daemons. This was much harder for him, but he managed to pull it off by posing as a crippled Mammalian Daemon by the name of Nutria Slue. It was not a glorious existence but one of general disdain and indifference by the Daemons, though Laurentius managed to prove himself enough that he was rarely challenged or hassled without reason. Still, this did not last forever and he was forced to flee into the arms of his old captors, but not as a human. Now he spent much of his time with the Shifters. He lived as the scum most humans considered them, not drawing attention to himself. He found this the easiest type to emulate of all given their far more humanlike appearance, though he was still careful to match all requirements of the species he was imitating. This however was the shortest of his forays. Despite his ease at disguise, his work to help people still left behind stories and rumours long after he had disappeared into his next disguise in a new locale. The groups that were hunting him quickly caught on and he was forced to disappear into the loneliness of the wilderness again where he can be found now. being whoever or whatever he wants to be in the open air. He still enters towns to purchase tobacco, makeup or whatever else he feels is necessary but these are rare occasions and he rarely goes as the same person twice.
Magic items: Bottle of phoenix urine
Roleplay Sample(from another rp ok?):
Iphie was incredibly annoyed. She had woken up that morning and had slightly freaked out, forgetting where she was. All in all, she had broken the desk chair in her room before she had come to her senses. The only saving grace being that she finally had properly fitting new clothes. They weren't incredibly flattering to be sure but they fit and were decent. Still, Iphie blamed the bad morning on nerves. Despite the rather pleasant time she had been having, her job kept nagging at the back of her head and it wasn't something she wanted to contemplate in the least. She thought that a nice walk would be good but she might stumble upon somebody important in the gardens of the palace and simply wandering around the shops would be entirely too noisy for her already frayed nerves. So she decided to go out walking along the paths to the east.
She set out quite quickly and was pleased to note that the streets and paths had not yet filled with travelers. However that didn't mean the paths were empty. She saw a few farmers, a few shepherds, and even a family in a wagon. She avoided them all however, after all, she was not in the talking mood. Despite the small interruptions Iphie was happy to be outside under the sun and enjoying the light breeze. Unfortunately, her mind was free to wander.
She began thinking of what the repercussions would be should she be caught. If she did it right it would be quite easy to replace a few books, but a full library and archive would take far longer than the average person's life span. The easiest thing to do would be to win the princess' hand in marriage. But what then? Iphie wasn't interested in spending her life married to another woman. It was preposterous. She didn't even like women, well, not really. Her mind drifted to Toph. She was very nice, and there was something different about her. Iphie couldn't figure it out but she felt a bond. After all, she was doing her best to hide her diseased control from everyone. Well, she wanted to but when she was with Toph in the cave she had spoken so freely. Iphie still wasn't sure if that had been a mistake.
Nickname(s): None, but innumerable pseudonyms.
Age: 35
Date of Birth: March 15
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Practice: Scholar
Abilities: Jack of all trades-While not an expert, he is at least proficient in the tools, weapons, and strategy of the Fae, Daemons, and Shifters.
Loyalty: Himself
Status/Occupation: Vagabond outlaw
Appearance: When completely off guard he is clean shaven and quite meticulous about his appearance. He has extremely pale skin which he works hard to keep pale as well as bleached hair that he also works hard to keep tidy and light. His eyes are a rather light grey.
Personality: He is extremely laid back, preferring to do battle by words and misdirection. He has no problem manipulating others as long as it serves what he sees as the greater purpose. He doesn't like injustice though his own views on justice are more than a little hazy.
History: Laurentius was the firstborn of a rather down and out carpenter. However, being the first born he was sent off to join the Royal Army. This is where his story truly begins. He was marked apart as a scholar like most with those traits but even at a young age he excelled in mental challenges. Time and time again he proved himself against boys two and even three times his age. By the time he was seven he was being given training by some of the biggest experts in tactics and military strategy along with young men of twenty. By the time he was twelve he had been given a freedom very few had achieved, he was allowed to study on a long leash. He spent years studying the different races, learning their customs, their beliefs, their desires so that he might better understand how they might react in war, not only as an army but as individuals. Not only the Daemons and the Fae, but also the Shifters. He was one of the few who believed that even if they weren't a threat as of now, a badly timed uprising could have unfortunate consequences.
It was not only the non-humans he studied. He studied how his fellow people lived, how they worked, and, more importantly, why they worked. He looked into the crafting, requisitioned samples of work he could emulate. Laurentius believed that the best way to understand a group was to become one of them. So he taught himself, or found someone to train him. In the case of the Fae and Daemons he made do with spoils of war that he meticulously studied and tried to emulate. By the age of twenty two he had become one of the army's greatest assets. It was also at this time that he began having doubts. Not that it was instantaneous, but having spent so much time trying to become like other races to understand them, he began to feel for them as well. There were things he regretted, like the idea of mixing iron dust into chalk for the soldiers to rub on their gloves or hands so that every strike of a sword left a small cloud of iron that might harm an unprotected fairy. He began to get temperamental whenever his mind was not focused on a project. Then he began studying what those who oversaw his work called foolish. He began studying theater and plays. Tragedies, comedies, he saw those that he could and read any he could find. He took to acting like he took to everything else. Nobody really understood why. Then, on the balmy March morning of his twenty sixth birthday, there was an extra slave girl leaving the barracks to do wash. Lauentius had made his escape.
For the next several years he spent his time avoiding any military parties. His deep knowledge of their movements made avoiding their tracking parties quite easy. He spent much of his time traveling between villages, posing as whatever the village looked like it needed at the time. Soon the heat died down and he was able to spend more time in each area, getting to know people as more than just their statistical worth. Of course just because fewer people were looking for him did not mean he was free. He was still one of the most important assets the army had and they would not give him up without a fight. Several specialized groups were sent to hunt him down. So he fled again, this time to the lands of the Fae.
He spent another year or two there, always in disguise as one Fae or another. It didn't always work but it was successful more times than not. Though he knew that sticking around in one area was bad, even if it was amid the enemy lines, so he moved to the Daemons. This was much harder for him, but he managed to pull it off by posing as a crippled Mammalian Daemon by the name of Nutria Slue. It was not a glorious existence but one of general disdain and indifference by the Daemons, though Laurentius managed to prove himself enough that he was rarely challenged or hassled without reason. Still, this did not last forever and he was forced to flee into the arms of his old captors, but not as a human. Now he spent much of his time with the Shifters. He lived as the scum most humans considered them, not drawing attention to himself. He found this the easiest type to emulate of all given their far more humanlike appearance, though he was still careful to match all requirements of the species he was imitating. This however was the shortest of his forays. Despite his ease at disguise, his work to help people still left behind stories and rumours long after he had disappeared into his next disguise in a new locale. The groups that were hunting him quickly caught on and he was forced to disappear into the loneliness of the wilderness again where he can be found now. being whoever or whatever he wants to be in the open air. He still enters towns to purchase tobacco, makeup or whatever else he feels is necessary but these are rare occasions and he rarely goes as the same person twice.
Magic items: Bottle of phoenix urine
Roleplay Sample(from another rp ok?):
Iphie was incredibly annoyed. She had woken up that morning and had slightly freaked out, forgetting where she was. All in all, she had broken the desk chair in her room before she had come to her senses. The only saving grace being that she finally had properly fitting new clothes. They weren't incredibly flattering to be sure but they fit and were decent. Still, Iphie blamed the bad morning on nerves. Despite the rather pleasant time she had been having, her job kept nagging at the back of her head and it wasn't something she wanted to contemplate in the least. She thought that a nice walk would be good but she might stumble upon somebody important in the gardens of the palace and simply wandering around the shops would be entirely too noisy for her already frayed nerves. So she decided to go out walking along the paths to the east.
She set out quite quickly and was pleased to note that the streets and paths had not yet filled with travelers. However that didn't mean the paths were empty. She saw a few farmers, a few shepherds, and even a family in a wagon. She avoided them all however, after all, she was not in the talking mood. Despite the small interruptions Iphie was happy to be outside under the sun and enjoying the light breeze. Unfortunately, her mind was free to wander.
She began thinking of what the repercussions would be should she be caught. If she did it right it would be quite easy to replace a few books, but a full library and archive would take far longer than the average person's life span. The easiest thing to do would be to win the princess' hand in marriage. But what then? Iphie wasn't interested in spending her life married to another woman. It was preposterous. She didn't even like women, well, not really. Her mind drifted to Toph. She was very nice, and there was something different about her. Iphie couldn't figure it out but she felt a bond. After all, she was doing her best to hide her diseased control from everyone. Well, she wanted to but when she was with Toph in the cave she had spoken so freely. Iphie still wasn't sure if that had been a mistake.
